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gentleman of the desert wearing among other things the
bottom half of the legs of a pair of old levis, ran to victory. Her position in the sports world was challenged only by Lee Perry, whose feet were sore, and by Merly, who actually bettered her mark; but since he isn't a girl, Sharon got the title.
As we began to leave the contest pool, we noticed that Judy, who had gone off a little while before, had not returned. An advance party was sent out to try to find her and return to us with news as quickly as possible. The
anxiety of the trip back was lessened some by Merly's sprightly step and his vivacious German hiking songs. When we reached the second elephant (the one walking in the other direction) we found her. She wasn't lost - she had gone back to camp to get more things to help treat the sore feet of the rock runners. On the way back Lee Dennison met us. He had spent the day true to his nickname, Antelope, by galloping energetically and adeptly all about the rocks and caves of the canyon. He had undoubtedly covered three times the amount of ground we had and had seen all sorts of sights, yet still had the energy to lead us all into camp. A few of the other fellows, too, beat the large part of the group into camp; and when they arrived there, they discovered a shocking scene: Johno and Ted were SHAVING. In a moment they had shattered an ancient and honorable tradition. Of course, they had been breaking it for five days, but no one seemed to notice. War was declared on the miserable but handsome villains, and upon the equipment which was hidden in defense in girls' duffels and in the bushes (where it accidentally was left).
While dinner was prepared, the nurses patched tender feet and Bob massaged legs instead of backs. Ted, with the help of Carol and her cosmetics case, manufactured a stunning silver pin reading "First Place Rock Run" which was presented to Sharon by Merly before Dinty Moore stew was presented to everyone by the cooks.
After supper rumors spread that an initiation program was in the air, so all the uninitiated conjured counter-programs in retaliation. Such planning was abandoned for more important things such as photographing the silvery clouds touched with pink as they striped the darkening blue of the sky and contrasted with the bold, stark rocks in the foreground. Or, preparations were made for the entertainment of the evening: the square dance.
When it was dark and the fires had been started on the beach a little downstream, we all followed the glowing beams of our flashlights. The orchestra was warming up: Bob Wilson playing the uke, Johno tightening the strings of his violin, and Merly blowing C chords and calling

Socotwa is a trip log of participant activities and photographs from a river rafting voyage through the Glen Canyon area of the Colorado River from June 11-19, 1958.
The name, Socotwa, comes from the South Cottonwood Ward of the LDS Church, which first started the trips.

gentleman of the desert wearing among other things the
bottom half of the legs of a pair of old levis, ran to victory. Her position in the sports world was challenged only by Lee Perry, whose feet were sore, and by Merly, who actually bettered her mark; but since he isn't a girl, Sharon got the title.
As we began to leave the contest pool, we noticed that Judy, who had gone off a little while before, had not returned. An advance party was sent out to try to find her and return to us with news as quickly as possible. The
anxiety of the trip back was lessened some by Merly's sprightly step and his vivacious German hiking songs. When we reached the second elephant (the one walking in the other direction) we found her. She wasn't lost - she had gone back to camp to get more things to help treat the sore feet of the rock runners. On the way back Lee Dennison met us. He had spent the day true to his nickname, Antelope, by galloping energetically and adeptly all about the rocks and caves of the canyon. He had undoubtedly covered three times the amount of ground we had and had seen all sorts of sights, yet still had the energy to lead us all into camp. A few of the other fellows, too, beat the large part of the group into camp; and when they arrived there, they discovered a shocking scene: Johno and Ted were SHAVING. In a moment they had shattered an ancient and honorable tradition. Of course, they had been breaking it for five days, but no one seemed to notice. War was declared on the miserable but handsome villains, and upon the equipment which was hidden in defense in girls' duffels and in the bushes (where it accidentally was left).
While dinner was prepared, the nurses patched tender feet and Bob massaged legs instead of backs. Ted, with the help of Carol and her cosmetics case, manufactured a stunning silver pin reading "First Place Rock Run" which was presented to Sharon by Merly before Dinty Moore stew was presented to everyone by the cooks.
After supper rumors spread that an initiation program was in the air, so all the uninitiated conjured counter-programs in retaliation. Such planning was abandoned for more important things such as photographing the silvery clouds touched with pink as they striped the darkening blue of the sky and contrasted with the bold, stark rocks in the foreground. Or, preparations were made for the entertainment of the evening: the square dance.
When it was dark and the fires had been started on the beach a little downstream, we all followed the glowing beams of our flashlights. The orchestra was warming up: Bob Wilson playing the uke, Johno tightening the strings of his violin, and Merly blowing C chords and calling